BECKY BLAKE
“Becky?” Selene’s voice cracked through the thick air, ragged and trembling. “What ritual?”
Her question shattered something inside me.
Right. It wasn’t exactly a ritual.
The nature of my ability—something I had never spoken about in full. Something I barely understood myself. I could steal power. Rip it from its host with a specific moonstone and place it within another. It sounded noble in theory, like passing on a torch.
But the reality was far more brutal.
Why Selene, though? Why her?
She was a weak wolf—fragile, powerless. No known abilities. No strength to her aura. A sleeping wolf spirit that barely stirred even in danger. And yet… they wanted her.
Alpha Bruce stepped forward, his piercing stare drilling into my soul. He handed me something I had only read about
